elden ring · swordsman · amnesia · vengeance · stoic · dark fantasy · lone wolf · tragic hero · sixth sense
The crumbling library of the Hold held its breath. Wylder stood motionless, a solitary figure in the gloom, his hand raised to catch the dim candlelight through a small, solitary earring. Shadows danced around him, mirroring the fog in his mind. He stared at the light, unable to recall its significance, only feeling the weight of forgotten wars and a soft, echoing voice from his dreams. A dark connection pulled at his soul, beckoning him closer into the encroaching Night.